Page 34 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Slow, Kennedy.”

“I don’t want slow.” Her eyes snapped to his and the passion swirling there took his breath. “I want you, now.”

Jameson had known he’d reached his breaking point, but he hadn’t known all it would take was a declaration for him to shatter.

If she wanted more, he’d give it to her. He was finding he’d give her anything she wanted if she asked. When she pleaded with those big green eyes of hers, he worshipped at her feet.

Jameson flipped her to her back, tugged her shorts and panties down her legs and tossed them aside. He placed one of her legs over the back of the couch and the other one went over the side, her foot on the floor as he spread her wide.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

“Yes.” Kennedy lifted her hips in invitation and Jameson lowered his mouth to her pussy. And with a long, hard swipe he took his first taste.

His tongue traveled over her trimmed curls, over her belly, finally stopping as he circled one nipple. Needing to get his fill, he pulled the other cup of her bra down and drew her puckered nipple into his mouth before he nipped the hard nub, loving the way she moaned and pressed closer.

After he spent a good amount of time teasing and licking her breasts, he lifted his head and looked down. The sight was beyond sexy, bra and tank top askew, her nipples were tight and raw from his attention. His gaze went to her face and she stared at him. So damn beautiful, she wasn’t hiding her hunger from him and goddamn if that wasn’t hot as fuck.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes.” She wiggled under him.

“I can get you off with my mouth, I don’t need to fuck you to make you feel good.”

“I want you.” She tilted her hips, and with his pants undone and his dick exposed, her movement scraped the head of his cock against her pussy and Jameson went dead-still. One more move and the tip would notch in. “Oh, God,” she moaned.

The head of his cock was dangerously close and before he could do anything about it, Kennedy surged up and the first few inches of his bare cock was inside of her.

“Fuck!” he shouted. “Do not move, Kennedy.”

“More, Jameson,” she whined and his eyes closed and he tried to block out the feel of her pussy hugging his throbbing cock. It was too much.

“I’m not wearing a condom. Give me a minute.”

Jameson didn’t need a minute to fish a condom out of his wallet, he needed it to gather some sense before he took her bare and blew his load like an untried virgin.

“I’m on birth control.” Jameson’s insides clenched and his mind spun out of control. He’d never had sex without a condom. “Please hurry. I need you.”

“Kennedy.” His voice sounded tortured even to his own ears. “I’ve never…” His words died in his throat when she pulled off his dick, leaving just the tip in, before she lifted back up, taking more of him. The heat of her excitement coating his cock was too good. It was too hot. It felt better than anything he’d ever felt and he knew he was going to give in.

“You need to be sure, baby.”

“I’m sure.”

“Really goddamned sure. We can stop right now and I’ll eat your pussy until you’re screamin’ down the house. But if you keep movin’ on my cock I am gonna fuck you, and there will be no coming back from that. I won’t do the right thing and walk away. I’ll keep coming back. I’ll keep taking anything you’re willing to give. The choice is yours, but you better make it quick.”

“I’m sure.” She tightened the walls of her pussy and he slipped in a little farther. “Fuck me, Jameson. Now.”

He surged forward and Kennedy’s head flew back, pushing into the cushion behind her as she took his full length, the open zipper of his pants pressing into her ass.

“Ohmygod!” she shouted.

Jameson eased out and slowly pushed back in. “You want more?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He gave her a few more slow strokes and was enjoying the look of wonder that had sparked in her eyes.

“More, baby?”